Hello, everyone.
I'm bringing you all a new story...it's not like i have six other current story projects, right?
Right.
Well, this one wouldn't stop bothering me until I started writing it, and it's still bothering me. So...we'll see where this one goes.
this is a back-up story...my first love triangle. I'm a little worried about where it's going, but...I think it'll turn out alright.
Summary: AU. SasuSakuIta. Sakura Haruno has been sent to her aunt's house, because of bad behavior. 'Mom...? It's Sakura. Life here is miserable, but I don't want to go home.'
So buckle up, everyone!
Disclaimer: I don't own nutin.
NOTE: Sasuke does NOT make an appearance in this chapter, but he will be next chapter...or the chapter after that.
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Welcome 2 Sakura Haruno's Behavior Fix Summer
Prologue.
A dejected pink-haired, emerald green-eyed female glared at anyone who dared to make eye contact with her in the terminal.
Why was she here?
The most common thing teens got grounded for (or, at least, the most common thing SHE got grounded for)-school.
"Sakura Haruno, what is WITH your report card?"
"Mom, my teachers hate me."
"Whether they hate you or not, you have got to get better grades! I WILL NOT accept C's and D's!"
"But, mom-"
'And your FRIENDS! Those people you hang out with are atrocious!"
"Kin, Tayuya, Sakon, Dosu, Zaku, Kabuto, and Kimmimaro aren't bad people, mom!"
"Yes they are!"
"But, mom-"
"No buts! I am sending you to your aunt's house to work until your behavior improves. Hopefully this will change your attitude!"
So here she was, Sakura Haruno, Queen bad girl of her school, West Academy, waiting in the airport terminal for her plane to hell.
Clickcheck. "Good morning everyone. Flight 827 is now leaving."
Good morning everyone. Flight 827, to the middle of nowhere, also known as H.E.L.L., is now leaving. Did we mention that it's going to NOWHERE?
Sakura was NOT going to enjoy her summer.
Summer was supposed to be fun. Hanging out with your friends, going to the mall, boy-hunting, going to the beach.
None of which would probably happen in the middle of nowhere.
Sakura sighed, shoving a lock of her hair behind her ear, grabbing her carry-on bag and heading for the plane.
Well, she would just have to rough it out, then.
She huffed, tossing her head.
She would show her mom just who was in charge.
Chapter One.
"AAAAAAAAACHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO-!" Someone sneezed two rows back.
Murmurs filled the plane.
Sakura sighed, typing away on her trusty laptop.
She was getting a headache.
All because her mom had picked the worst plane on earth to send her away to H.E.L.L. on.
At least no one was sitting on either side of her.
(though, that might just have been because of the looks she gave the other passengers).
"Time to check my e-mail," She mused.
INBOX (19)
FROM: theSOUNDofMUSIC
SUBJECT: Miss you!
FROM: bOnEsThAtWiLlHuRtU
SUBJECT: Good-bye
FROM: thedOctOr
SUBJECT: find out medical practices wherever you're going for me?
FROM: dOsUrOcKsX
SUBJECT: come back soon!
FROM: missFLUT3
SUBJECT: missing you already
FROM: 2headz
SUBJECT: don't get in2 troubl3
FROM: electricZAKU
SUBJECT: …what they said
There were others, but she didn't care about them. Happily, she clicked on Zaku's e-mail and set herself about to reading.
TO: missDARKcheRRY
FROM: electricZAKU
SUBJECT: …what they said
Sakura-
If I could, I would make sure your mom would never see daylite again.
We need you here.
We're going to suffer w/out you.
Make it through so you can come back soon,
Zaku
TO: missDARKcheRRY
FROM: 2headz
SUBJECT: don't get in2 troubl3
Dear
!-.-.+Dark):-:(Saku+.-.-!
Hurry up and get home. Don't get in2 ANY troubl3 bcuz then ull have 2 stay longer and we, Tayuya and Kin in particular, already miss you.
I don't have 2 say anything else, cuz u got me.
From
#/&'Sakon'&/#
TO: missDARKcheRRY
FROM: missFLUT3
SUBJECT: missing you already
Hey Saku.
Sakon's being kind of emotional…and although Dosu, Zaku, Kimmimaro, and Kabuto are being stiff and indifferent about it, they are missing you too.
I'm NOT going to make myself sound like a dumb, preppy girl…but, damn, do I miss you! You're like the glue that sticks us altogether
(shit, I'm sounding like that preppy, stupid-ass girl Jami! Ugh! No!)
-Tayuya
Sakura laughed, selected Tayuya's message, and moved it to a folder labeled FROM TAYUYA.
She browsed through the rest of her messages, moved them to the proper folders, and then set down to composing a reply to Tayuya.
TO: missFLUT3
FROM: missDARKcheRRY
SUBJECT: RE: missing you already
Yu-yu!
Awwwww I feel so loved, with all of you.
I miss you too! I wish I wasn't here, on this plane, going to the middle of…nowhere…yeah. FUN. Hopefully there will be, at LEAST, semi-cute guys there.
You're NOT preppy. Don't worry about it…you're, like (I want 2 punch them every time they say like) the opposite of preppy.
…That was CLICHÉ.
(NOT JAMI! NO!)
This plane is horrible. I'm already sick to my stomach, and nobody's sitting next to me…or in the seat next to me.
Window seat, baby.
There's this one guy who won't stop FUCKING SNEEZING!
Oh and I have a transfer in another city in the middle of nowhere…something about an Utah, they say.
Great.
-Sakura
Sakura hit send, shut down her laptop, and put it away.
"Please put away all electronic devices. Twenty minutes 'til we land in Salt Lake City, Utah."
'…FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Some guy yelled loudly.
Sakura smirked. Looked like someone had the wrong plane ticket.
At least someone was having a worse day then her.
"No, mother, IT'S NOT HERE YET!" Itachi Uchiha nearly shouted into his phone, pacing about. This plane was ten minutes late! Where was it?
"Look, mother, the plane will be here soon so I need to get off."
"Good-bye."
The twenty-one year-old hung up his phone, looking around. He was going to be late home, and his father wasn't going to be happy. Or his mother. But his mother had expressed her feelings over the phone.
The Uchiha male ran a hand threw his hair. Girls fainted right and left.
He had this affect on them. He stepped over countless female bodies and made his way to a desk.
"When is flight 827 to Denver getting here?" He asked.
The female behind the desk batted her eyelashes at him. "It's here, it's just getting ready to unload passengers from San Francisco. There'll be a thirty minute waiting period before people getting on and re-boarding to Denver will be allowed on.
Great. Just what he needed.
The doors opened, and people began to file out.
"DAMMIT, MOVE IT!" A female voice yelled.
"But, babe-' Some guy said.
"I don't know you! What are you doing? Get away from me or I'll kick you in the balls, you ass!"
Itachi's eyebrow raised. The female had pink hair and emerald green eyes, and she had just walked off Flight 827. She didn't look like she was going to go anywhere, anyway, so maybe it was time to make himself known…
"I just-"
"I suggest you do what she asks,' A deep, male voice said by the pervert's side. Sakura blinked, to see one of the most handsome guys she's ever seen.
Oh wow.
'Uh-" The pervert scampered.
The guy turned to her. "Was he bothering you?"
'Obviously," She snapped. "And so are you. So you can just…go away."
Need to keep up the rough exterior.
The man chuckled, extending a hand. 'Itachi Uchiha."
She stared at his hand.
"It's not going to bite."
"I know that," She growled.
He smirked.
"Sakura Haruno," She said after some more careful consideration, slipping her hand in his. They shook hands, and he sat beside her.
"Going to Colorado?"
"Maybe."
"Obviously you are, or else you wouldn't be sitting here, waiting for flight 827 to re-board."
"Humph."
He smirked.
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If you are all mad at me because Sasuke is not in here yet, please be patient. Originally it was just going to be Sakura but I saw the oppurtunity to slip Itachi in so I did so. And we all love it when Sasuke gets mad at his older brother because...well I won't ruin it for you yet.
Please Review.
No flames, thanks anyways!
Constructive critisim will be accepted.
Ja ne,
Lady Maybelle of Confusion